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A Mother’s Heart

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Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. (Proverbs 31:28 KJV)

We’re often so busy meeting our daily requirements that we put off some of the most important things until a more convenient time. Before we know it, weeks, months, and years pass us by.

It was hard to believe Momma was eighty-five years old. Recalling the old days was one of her favorite things. Mother’s Day definitely had me reminiscing over many cherished memories of our time together. She had given me unconditional love, understanding, patience, and many “things.” But the summer before I started junior high school, she gave me something that even now, the memory touches such a tender spot that tears come to my eyes.

Being twelve years old is awkward. You’re not a little girl; neither are you an adult. It was a summer I was to experience the sorrow of death. The only thing that softened the gloom was my new baby brother or sister that was about to arrive.

My friends thought my life would be ruined by having a new baby in the family. I disagreed! I thought it was the greatest thing that could happen to me. I already had younger siblings, but for me, there was room for one more.

Everyone was worried about Mom. The stress over the death of her father and uncle in the seventh month of pregnancy might have jeopardized the baby she was carrying. The more I heard the adults talk, the more anguish I felt. Sometimes, well meaning adults would treat me like I was too young to understand; at other times, they expected me to deal with the situation in an adult manner. I began to feel every insecurity a twelve-year-old can feel. Mom was trying to be calm enough to get to the delivery date and give birth to a healthy baby. It wasn’t a time I wanted to risk sharing my feelings.

The morning of August 23, Mom came in and woke me, telling me it was time for the baby to come. My heart leaped in my chest and I sprang out of bed in a far more excited state than Mom. Grandma stayed with us while Aunt Alice took Mom to the hospital. I called Daddy and told him to meet her there.

Instinct caused Daddy to stop by the house on the way to the hospital. It was a good thing he did. The boys had climbed on the roof so they could jump off into the mattress Mom had left airing. That wouldn’t have been too bad, but Gil got scared and couldn’t jump off or climb back down the ladder. Dad was alarmed when he found Grandma climbing a ladder attempting to get him off the roof. He took the boys with him.


I waited.


When the phone rang, I grabbed it.


“You have a baby brother,” Daddy said.


I was overjoyed and afraid all at the same time. What if they thought I was too young to help with the baby? Would they let me hold him? Would they understand how important he was to me? It had been six years since Susie was born. Would they get out of the hospital okay? I had heard my uncle say the doctors had made a mistake with Grandpa and that was why he died.


The day Mom and my new baby brother, Timmy came home was a beautiful day. I wanted to go with Daddy to pick them up, but the boys got to go because they couldn’t be trusted to stay at home. Why did I have to be trustworthy? I waited impatiently for their arrival.


Finally, the car came into sight and I dashed out the door. Slowly, it came to a stop in the driveway. Mom was holding the baby brother I could hardly wait to get my hands on.


In spite of all the excitement, a moment of understanding and love passed between my mother and me, as she placed Timmy in my arms. In that instant, she erased a mountain of fears and insecurities. It didn’t mean there wouldn’t be other problems to face while growing up, but for that day, my world couldn’t have been more perfect.


Prayer

Lord, I thank you so much for a mother that loved me with a godly love. I thank you for the wisdom you’ve granted her through these many years. As the mothers of today’s generation, help us to be tuned into Your wisdom, knowledge and understanding, so we may touch the hearts of our children today. Help us to understand that a sensitive heart toward their needs is of vital importance. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.

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